Saturday, December 7, 2013

*******Post
Warning - you know I usually digress - a lot? Well this whole post is
basically one big digression so hang on to your hat and try to keep up
because I am all over the place with this one!**************

(How
is that strategy to keep you reading working? There is probably some
blog guru somewhere having a terrible flutter at their typewriter as I
continue to break lots of blog rules and suggestions)

Anyhoo

We
must start with a little back story. Husband and I were married in
March of 2000. Our Pastor provided us with some wondeful marriage
counseling. One of the things that he advised us was to wait one year
before we started having kids.

(There is no real way to tell this story without including birth control details so - with apologies.....)

I was on the pill and stopped taking it in March of 2001.

I promptly contracted the Chicken Pox - yes the Chicken Pox.

What is worse is that we did not know right away that I had the Chicken Pox because we thought that maybe my body (this is why you should go to the dr and not self diagnose) was freaking out with hormones or something from stopping the pill

(I look back on this and I really can't believe it but anyway) so long story short - I had a raging fever and was very sick before I went to the doctor and we figured it out.

Now
- where does this fit in with her birth story you ask? Well - all of
this happened in March. We were going to San Antonio to celebrate our
first wedding anniversary and it was on that vacation that we were going
to "start trying". I do remember asking the doctor about the Chicken
Pox and trying to have a baby - I was told once the pox were gone - I
was good to go AND that it was a real blessing that I got the pox when I
did and not after I was pregnant. Off we go to San Antonio and had a
wonderful time.

We
come back and I decide that I need to find a good OB/Gyn. I pretty much
went in and talked to the girl at the front desk and told her that I
needed someone who would be very calm with me and answer all of my
questions and put up with my idiosyncrasies and would never ever in any
way be mean to me. The girl was like "ok - I have the perfect doctor for you."

Turns out he totally was because he wound up delivering all three of my babies!

Anyway
- off I go to the doctor and at the time I was a shy pee-er - you know -
had a hard time going on command (now 13 years and 3 babies later - let
me assure you - no longer a problem)

but
once again I digress.....because I could not go in the cup - I talked
to Dr Greve about what to do in order to help me get pregnant, we talked
about starting folic acid then - you know - the pre pregnancy stuff.

FINALLY I go in the cup and I have my little "so you want to get pregnant bag of goodies" and was ready to walk out the door.

Denise (Dr. Greve's nurse whom I still love and see to this day) came out of the bathroom and said,

"Holly - you are never going to believe this!"

Yes
- I was pregnant - I had been off the pill for about 2 seconds, and had
the chicken pox and bam - pregnant. I just kept saying, "no way no
WAY!" Then I turned to Dr. Greve and said,

"wow that was some pill!"

Of
course I could not wait to tell husband so I called him at work. He
knew I was at the appointment to find the OB and I just said,

"Guess
what - I was going to think of some clever cute way to tell you this
but I really can't think at all right now - I am pregnant!"

He said,

"Man Babe - when you decide to do something - you really don't mess around, do you?"

It
was cute - while I was on the phone with him in the doctor's office the
nurse just quietly came up and took the "so you want to get pregnant"
bag out of my hand and put the "congratulations you are pregnant" bag in
it, grinned, gave me a thumbs up, and walked out.

We were of course thrilled - my Mom guessed the second I called her and I think that Husband called his parents that night.

Now in order to break up this incredibly long story - I am inserting a few pics of her as a baby.

Hit the milk a little too hard this time

She loved our dogs! Sniff Logan and Lewis - miss them.

Bring in the Fire Chief!

Food - Good! (You can see the Ladybug Curl Mohawk starting here)

Baby girl driving the car - she was pretty little in this one

That was her sticker from Gymboree class on her head - she was being silly.

Now
moving on to her actual birthday. I am convinced that her due date was
December 8th. For whatever reason - we had her due date as December 2nd.
I really did not know any better and I just thought that on December
2nd - she would just come. I was patient and never even dreamed of
having her until December 2nd but when December 2nd came and she was
still not here - I was VERY ready to have that baby!

I
fell twice while pregnant with my ladybug - once hooking up a horse
trailer and once on the bleachers at Scott's indoor soccer game - both
times - I was basically perfectly fine. Couldn't knock that baby out of
me with a baseball bat.

I
pretty much kept trucking with her without even thinking about it - I
did gain quite a bit of weight (45 pounds) so I was good and chubby.

Anyway
- I remember - I was working at the auto auction and I was mad at one
of my car dealers and I went stomping out on the lot to find a car and
bring it in. One of the guys that worked on the lot hopped on a golf
cart and tried to get me to get in - I refused - so he followed me
slowly creeping behind the little round angry pregnant woman who could
have gone into labor at any moment - all the way out to the back lot.

I
stopped working on December 2nd - it was my due date (although I still
say not the right one but anyway) and I felt I should stop working that
day. I kept getting calls - "hey where are you? I need some numbers..."
(auto auction talk). I kept saying I am about to have a baby!!!!!!!

We
induced her on December 7th - which - in retrospect - I actually wished
that we had waited. I think that we made her come earlier than she was
ready but hindsight is of course - 20/20.

We went to the hospital at 6:00 in the morning and they started the inducing process.

Here is how the next part goes:

Nurse: Are you allergic to any medications?

Me: Nope

Nurse: ok I am going to give you penicillin in your iv

Me: Great

Fastforward 5 minutes

"Honey - my tongue feelth kinda funny...."

as my whole face was swelling up.

Nurse: "ok you are allergic to penicillin - don't ever take that again

Me: "otay" (ok in really fat tongue speak)

The
day went on and on and on and on and finally at 9:15 that night - I was
able to start pushing - an hour and a half later - she finally came
into this world. At one point in the middle of the pushing - I actually
fell asleep - yep - asleep - just for a second mind you. Husband thought
that was hysterical.

Now
I have to admit for the sake of telling the story accurately - she was
so wonderful and I was so happy to see her but the whole experience was
so different than with my younger two children. I was so traumatized and
so tired and so unsure - it was so new and I look back on that time and
wish that I had enjoyed it more which I know sounds crazy. I cried and
cried after they took her to the nursery and I just remember feeling so
so so tired. I tell this because I want to try and remember what the
experience was like and that was a part of it.

The
positives - she was so perfect - so beautiful - so tiny! She was 7
pounds 3 ounces when she was born and we brought her home to our warm
Christmasy house. I remember just looking at her and thinking that I
could not believe what we had created. I remember holding her so tight
and feeling like she and I were on a journey together - partners - lost
and found together. With her brother and sister - the journey was
different - I was already the Mommy - I knew more and I was much more
solid in that role.

With her

it was just

all firsts

I wouldn't change a thing

(except for maybe the penicillin thing - it does not feel good to have your face swell up like that)